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Blaire: I had no idea where I was running to or why I was even running in the first place, but I knew that my instinct wanted me far away from that place as soon as possible, with the image of a little cabin in mind, a quiet environment, and peace in mind. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep running with a stomach that was protruding, and I found myself waddling as fast as I could, hissing at almost every second at the stinging back ache and swollen feet while letting my instinct lead me, glancing back at intervals to ensure I wasn't getting followed. I gently lowered myself onto the floor, cupping my stomach as I gently slid down a ridge, hissing when the leg got injured by a protruding piece of wood. I banged my fist on the floor, hating that my pregnant belly wasn't letting me do anything right.  When I had woken up, I found my stomach protruding, and when I had asked about it, the white-haired man—Jax, was it?—told me that I was pregnant for my husband. My confusion knew